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The Scenic Rim Regional Council is presenting Arts Ablaze, a celebration of regional arts in Queensland. Some very fine musicians are involved in a cross-cultural fusion performance, and that event is happening in October 2019 at the Ramada Resort Kooralbyn Valley! As a curtain-raiser, the Arts Ablaze musicians were in residence at the resort for … Continue reading Arts Ablaze Fusion Artists in Residence jam session
Gone! The flower beds are bare. The shrubs were young and not tough natives. There hasn’t been rain for months, and I just cannot keep watering everything. So I moved the roses – one under a tree, and the others into pots. The one under the tree may have had it. It’s in total shock! … Continue reading Bye bye plants
My neighbour Niven feeds our local birds. Now this kookaburra visits me when I put out the laundry. “Kookaburras kill snakes,” Niven said as he placed small chucks of minced meat on the wall. Kookaburras, magpies, and some others (maybe butcherbirds and plovers?) swoop down. So the idea is that if they’re around, maybe the … Continue reading Snake killer
Mike came back from golf. He called from the door. “Hey, I need your gardening gloves!” Really? Why? “Bunya Bunya, come!” In the car were these massive cones, which had fallen off a Bunya tree. Blimey, wouldn’t want one of them falling on my head. No wonder he wanted my gloves to carry them. Mike … Continue reading Bunya nuts, bush tucker
It’s so hot. I’m ready to give up on the roses, and other plants out in the open. The broms and herbs are okay, they’re all under dappled shade. This Kookaburra was on the gate as the sun was setting. I think my neighbour Niven feeds them. This Aussie sun is merciless. I mean, they … Continue reading Kookaburra, dry days
A strip of iridescent blue, grey and yellow caught my eye in the rose bush. A tree snake with a lovely yellow head was just hanging out in the sun. I would have liked to get closer to take a better picture but I don’t know anything about snakes, so I kept my distance and … Continue reading Tree snake in the rose
There was a time when I worked in London and my son was young, when seconds seemed like jewels. I would park at my local ASDA and mow a trolley down the aisles, grabbing groceries for the week: fresh for now, frozen for later. And I really mean grab, and sling, no pausing to compare … Continue reading Slow gardening
